“Did you recognize those colors?” I asked, turning to Curdloe.
He nodded from the corner. “Elbar. And to think I believed we were making such progress!”
Somewhere between us I heard Tavier groan, and I realized I couldn’t see him.
“Algred!” Curdloe called, dashing forward. I jumped over the desk he’d been hiding behind and found him clutching at a blood-soaked shoulder.
“I don’t think they came to negotiate,” he muttered as Curdloe pulled his hand away. It didn’t take a lot of training to see the multiple entry wounds through his shoulder.
“Can you still move?” I asked, trying to determine if the joint had been shattered.
Tavier shifted his arm and grimaced with pain.
“That’s fine,” I said, placing a hand on his other shoulder. “Don’t push it.”
I pulled my bag from my shoulder and
